I forgot that I might find out
WHO: Angelina Durless madam-ripper & Haydee Tebelin monte-countess
Where: Haydee's new apartments.
DATE: October 11th 1935
SUMMARY: There is a lot to catch up on.
STATUS: Closed; Complete
The apartments were lovely. Of course they were, really. Poor Albert had once laughed that nothing lesser could even be expected of the Count of Monte Cristo. It was a farce that tired my beloved, but he had worn the mask for so long... and there had never really been anything left beneath it once it had gone on. The humble sailor Edmond Dantes had been tossed into the sea in a body bag and he had never risen again.
While I did not celebrate his misfortunes, I cherished what God had given us in each other. And I missed him terribly. It had hardly been a day yet and already I missed him. I'd kept myself busy during the day, arranging furniture and playing with the strange journal which wrote back to me.
It had elated me to find Angelina on the other side of it. I had met her on my very first trip to New York, a a newlywed eighteen year old girl, a newly freed slave. Like Valentine happily settled in southern France, Angelina was my sister in spirit. It had been too long. She would help me keep my loneliness at bay.
I turned from the window when I heard Ali's light steps, he could not speak, but he hardly needed to. I felt a girlish excitement catch me up and I rushed into the parlor and into my sister's arms.
Where: Haydee's new apartments.
DATE: October 11th 1935
SUMMARY: There is a lot to catch up on.
STATUS: Closed; Complete
The apartments were lovely. Of course they were, really. Poor Albert had once laughed that nothing lesser could even be expected of the Count of Monte Cristo. It was a farce that tired my beloved, but he had worn the mask for so long... and there had never really been anything left beneath it once it had gone on. The humble sailor Edmond Dantes had been tossed into the sea in a body bag and he had never risen again.
While I did not celebrate his misfortunes, I cherished what God had given us in each other. And I missed him terribly. It had hardly been a day yet and already I missed him. I'd kept myself busy during the day, arranging furniture and playing with the strange journal which wrote back to me.
It had elated me to find Angelina on the other side of it. I had met her on my very first trip to New York, a a newlywed eighteen year old girl, a newly freed slave. Like Valentine happily settled in southern France, Angelina was my sister in spirit. It had been too long. She would help me keep my loneliness at bay.
I turned from the window when I heard Ali's light steps, he could not speak, but he hardly needed to. I felt a girlish excitement catch me up and I rushed into the parlor and into my sister's arms.